The breeze is still…
The crickets have begun their blue love songs…
The sky is drenched in black ink…
These headphones vibrate at volumes past the warning…
These emotions are slowly creeping out of the corners of these temporarily disheartened eyes…
The silence is momentarily patched up with Tyler’s scream and Josh’s drumbeats at the end of Jumpsuit…
Sometimes unwanted thoughts have dug themselves out of their graves…
If you need anyone…I’ll be right there… -Twenty One Pilots
